Nov 2018
I once was, a man lost out at sea, But now and again I think to my self; This is not the end, This is not the end at all.
I don't know if this is from a song but I've had these lines stuck in my head for the past few days. Posting this while I have Internet.
In the End, It will all fit together.
In the End, It will all fit together.
(18/M/Nowhere and everywhere.)
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